Historias de la Decada -Stories of the Decade (short stories)
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  • Reads 71
  • Votes 14
  • Parts 4
  • Time 26m
Ongoing, First published Jun 24, 2020
Mature
Highest rank: #233-#288-#204 in cliffhanger
Highest rank: #1-#2 -#1 in brina 
Highest rank: #727-#334 in mystery-thriller
Highest rank: #142-#81 in compilation
Hightest rank: #999 in oneshot collection
Highest rank: #11-#6 in sc

(P L E A S E   R E A D   T H I S  F I R S T)

Historias de la década is a Spanish word meaning 'stories of the decade'. It was titled Historias de la década because most of the stories I'll be publishing was my old short stories i wrote a years ago that i will be remaking. So this will be a compilation of short storie that is originally made by me, scbrina. And most importantly all the stories I'll be posting here are all made by heart, So I hope you all appreciate it though.


This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblence to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purly coincidental.


Read at your own risk.


Plagiarism is a crime!


Started on: Jun 23,2020
Published on: July 3,2020
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